Sabin still had his pistol leveled in the air towards Dallas when the lights flickered back on, allowing him to see the man. Barking hell, he'd been aiming at an NCR ranger! He hadn't even noticed the man in the room, having been caught up in the whole business with Poe and the mutant, but why was an elite like a ranger here? He didn't understand why the NCR would waste one of the highest ranking soldiers in the land on some damned envoy mission, unless he was here on his own will? He stared in awe for a moment, astounded to see one in person. Sabin shook his head, he could pick up some pointers later, for now he had to deal with House. As the presentation started and an explanation of the entire expedition was finally revealed, he stared ahead at the screen with the man's face projected on it. Could this be the illustrious Mr. House, the one rumored to suck blood and steal the lives from others?

So that's what this was all about, electromagnetic railroads? He didn't know what all that blether meant, must be something fancy. Though it sounded like something that the NCR could perhaps use to extend their influence across the land. He filed that thought away for later. If that man was some bloke called Tenpenny, that must mean that the man on the screen is House. He'd never seen something like that, someone so lazy that they had to project their face onto a screen rather than show up in person. Perhaps House was skulking around, getting ready to feast from one of them that very second... Sabin peered around superstitiously, making sure that no one was waiting to drink their blood.

“Many thanks, Mr. House.” Tenpenny said, stepping to the center of the room again. “Any questions?”

"Where the hell is the real Mr. House, an' I'm not talkin' abou' that fake bloke on the screen! For all we know he cou' be hidin' in the shadows waitin' to steal our blood!"

Sabin would yell, probably sounding like a complete nincompoop. Nevertheless he still had a pistol in his hand, and he'd probably remember to turn off the safety this time. Probably.